English poem
Xix
by Walter Crane (1863–1929)
Each drop a desert, or a battle-ground Of life in its arena ringed around, Where without quarter wears the endless war, Till Death the hunter slips his famished hound.
Versos English Walter Crane Xix
Versos English Walter Crane Xix
English poem
by Walter Crane (1863–1929)
Each drop a desert, or a battle-ground Of life in its arena ringed around, Where without quarter wears the endless war, Till Death the hunter slips his famished hound.